A New Face for an Old Friend

Anyone up for a stroll down Memory Lane with me?

It was September of 2014. We had barely started our homeschool year with a fourth-grader, a third-grader, and a first-grader, and my husband and I had just finished liquidating the last of our small business. And I was obsessed with John Thornton and Fitzwilliam Darcy.

Like, OBSESSED.

I really don’t know why this sickness began. I wasn’t dissatisfied with my man (in fact, maybe what I liked best about JT and FD was that they reminded me of him?...